1. how I got here

When it was my 4th birthday, my parents bought me an acoustic guitar, I neglected and forgot about it. one day when I was 14, I was incredibly bored, so I was just exploring my house. I went to a mess of a basement I had and found the guitar then played a note, instantly I became addicted. I tried to learn and marmorize as many difficult and repetitive songs such as Classical Gas, Boots of Spanish Leather, and many others. 15 my mom and dad bought me an accordion at the beginning I was mad because I didn't want to learn a new instrument but the more, I look at it the more I was intrigued to it and then I played it, I was addicted to it. 16 I hated everything about high school except for music class so I dropped out and tried to be a musician with my parents' disapproval.

I had music gigs like playing in a restaurant or in a bar but my skills in the accordion, and guitar was not good enough to be paid much. months later I was on the street getting paid with tips because I declined my parents' money because I think I didn't need pity. one day I am sleeping in empty dumpster that nobody knew, tightly holding onto my instruments to make sure they weren't stolen. "Do you need help?", a man with a black jacket and a white mask asked all of a sudden. I was awoken up and scared for a minute the the same man said, "what's your name?" " "My name is Trip" I said.

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this is just my first time writing a novel so I'll try to update the next one with a guarantee of 3-4000 thousand words in the next one which might come next Friday or Sunday if this gets a decent start